~ The Writing Journey of Thirteen Bereaved Mothers

What does grief look like?

Grief looks like a windswept dune, sand grains pausing then stinging as they are blown first in one direction then another. Sometimes the pattern changes so fast; sometimes it lingers for far too long.

Grief is the chill wind, unexpected after a first warm day at the beginning of spring, blowing away the promise of comfort, hope unachieved then found anew.

Grief is the journey, full of sorrow with moments of grace and hope. Traveling mercies.

Photos from Ocracoke, NC, Salem, NC and Well of Mercy, Harmony, NC. Grief thoughts from Writing Toward Healing symposium, March 22, 2014 at Sawtooth School for Visual Art, Winston-Salem, NC

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About Kay Windsor

I am a mother of three, grandmother of seven and a retired teacher of high school English and journalism in North Carolina. I am a member of a writing group of 13 bereaved mothers. Our stories are included in Farther Along: The Writing Journey of Thirteen Bereaved Mothers and our blog continues at http://fartheralongbook.com.